For all the Cleveland Browns fans who happen upon this, let me give you my brief history in terms only Browns fans can understand, as well as validate myself among the few faithful who are, at times, tragically loyal to the orange and brown.
I’m a first-time blogger, but a longtime fan and fanatical supporter of the Cleveland Browns. I am 25 and I am a native Clevelander living in Akron. In Dawg Pound years, that’s 25 years that all started with elevated levels of optimism followed by heartbreaking levels of actualization. Levels all Browns fans (bless our glutton-for-punishment hearts) have grown accustomed to. I’m writing this blog as a young, but battle tested Clevelander, who every January releases a sigh with the city collective and says, There’s always next year. I’m writing this now as an adult reflecting on my childhood in Northeast Ohio, where words like Red Right 88 and The Drive and John Elway were always followed with a disheartened yet passionate four letter word. There’s always next year. I’m writing this as a Browns fan who attended the Blizzard Bowl in 2007 in the proud footsteps of my father who attended the Red Right 88 playoff game with a high temperate of 20 below. While the two experiences are 26 years apart, (my family is obviously genetically engineered to endure the traditional Browns football weather, or predisposed to stupidity, eitherway) I’m sure we both watched our beers freeze on the sides of our glasses, just as I know we both watched the Browns season come to another bitter conclusion. There’s always next year.
I’m writing this as a child who was raised in a house that was filled with dog barks from September until late December. I’m coming to this as a member of the new generation of Browns fans, but with parents and grandparents who put me in a Bernie Kosar jersey every Halloween. I’m here as a fan, who every Sunday puts on the requisite orange and brown, sets up camp on the sofa or treks to the stadium with a prayer in one hand, beer in the other, and a voice that will soon be lost on the shores of Lake Erie. The examples could go on, but the point is, I’m no stranger to the atmosphere of Cleveland football. I’ve been around for the bad and the good. Unfortunately more of the former than the latter, but nonetheless, I’m still here every Sunday with my friends and my family cheering for the perpetual underdog. Here we go, Brownies, here we go.
I wanted to introduce myself and the Believeland cause, and to create this blog not because I’m crestfallen and searching for a winner, but because I’ve come to realize, this year especially, that the tides seem to be shifting in the Cleveland fan base, tides that have always run shallow at the level of the national media, and I wanted to remind all of the true fans, including myself, that this is our team. Whether we win or lose, this is our team. Whether Mother Nature throws a blizzard at us or gives us sunburn in the orange stadium seats from here to December, this is our team. Whether we win out the rest of the season and shock the nation or set a new NFL record in consecutive quarters without scoring a touchdown, this is our team. The Cleveland Browns, in my opinion, have come to represent more than a win/loss statistic and desire for a winner in this part of Ohio. While, yes, winning is always on the minds of fans and players alike, what seems more important to me is the time once a week when we put our routines aside, forget about what Monday is going to bring, and come together as a city and bark like maniacs, and for those few hours, there’s a plethora of voices across Cleveland, Northeast Ohio, and the country all uniting into one solemn mantra: Here we go, Brownies, here we go. Woof. Woof. That’s the ideology I’m trying to promote with this blog. Sooner or later the winning will come, but the Browns, the fans, the city, and the stadium will always be here.
Please check back for updated posts and more commentary and feel free to offer feedback whether you agree with me or not. I’m always interested in what people have to say (except Rolling Stone) about my Brownies.